The heart and the mind as one,
It\'s not about the looks, nor the sun.
\"They say love is blind,\" they claim,
But oh, my dear, it\'s not the same.
Love sees the imperfections, it\'s true,
And yet, it knows just what to do.
It doesn\'t turn a blind eye, you see,
Instead, it nurtures and sets free.
Love is a light that guides the way,
Mending all the flaws, come what may.
It sees the cracks, the broken parts,
And weaves them into beautiful arts.
Love doesn\'t ignore the deepest fears,
It embraces them, wipes away the tears.
For it knows in vulnerability and pain,
A stronger bond shall forever remain.
It accepts the insecurities we hold,
Offers comfort, like a story never told.
Love wraps around, like a warm embrace,
Filling every void, leaving no trace.
Love is a force, so powerful and pure,
It strengthens us, that is for sure.
It lifts us up when we\'re feeling weak,
Whispering soft words that we eagerly seek.
So, my friend, let go of the notion,
That love is blind, blind in its devotion.
For in its sight, we find the key,
To a love that\'s boundless, wild, and free.